December 8th, 2007
Oh no, oh no. This is bad, so bad!
I was at the trial right? Oboy, oh boy! It was a few days ago...I just woke up!
I was at the trial, and I was called to the stand. I sat in the little box, trying to act mature and all. I answered questions, blah blah. The lawyer said, "Did you know about the robbery in advance, Spider-Man?"
"Well, heh, that's kinda complicated..."
"Answer the question."
"Sort of. I was abducted by Dr. Ling--I mean, Detective Spark--and he tipped me off that he thought something was up. I warned Stark, but he didn't listen. It was this whole back-and-forth thing, until the robbery happened and there was a war in Central Park."
"Do you think the robbery and war are, in part, Stark's fault?"
"Woah, woah, buddy. Stark is one of the good guys. I dont--" Suddenly there was an explosion. At first I thought it was a bomb, but then I realized someone just busted through the wall. No warning from spider-sense, so quickly I leaped about of the way to help the lawyer, who had been hit in the head with some debris and was on the floor. Stark, without his Iron Man suit, was in trouble, though he did know a few martial arts moves that really helped him out. "Who are these guys?" I shouted over the chaos. He didn't answer, or maybe he did and I didn't hear him, because I went out like a light after being butted in the head with the base of a gun.
I woke up...I don't even know how much later. I was tied to a chair. Ha, long time since that happened. Someone opened the door, and my mouth fell open. "YOU!"
It was him. Stone. The leader of the Blackhood Gang. He was...smiling.
"No...no way! You're dead. I saw you! I saw you die!" I was pulling at my restraints that held me to the chair, wanting to punch the crap outta the guy. He crouched down to my eye-level before the chair.
"You are an interesting person, Spider-Man. But I had to stop the trial, you see? They do not get it...After all, with Spark's help--"
"Spark? That crazy detective was in on this?"
"Of course. We...what is the word...played you."
My teeth were practically grinding each other. "Where's Iron Man?"
"He is safe. For now. But I would be more concerned with you. Stark we will deal with--I have a plan to make him take the blame for the entire gang war. But...well, we can not have you crawling around with the truth, can we, Webhead?"
I gulped. Stone stood, turned his back for a moment, and then turned to face me again, holding a pistol. He looked at it, stroking it. "The gun that killed Spider-Man...how much do you think it'll go for on Ebay?" He laughed, aiming the gun at me. I closed my eyes, afraid. I heard the gun fire. I waited. I waited to die. I waited for the pain, for the bullet to enter my body and end everything. But I felt someone cutting my restraints. I looked up. Iron Man. "Am I glad to see you," I managed, my voice shaky.
He helped me up out the chair. "I recorded everything he just told you. Feds are on the way."
"C-cool."
And as Stark turned to leave me alone in the room with the body of Stone, I said, "Don't ever ask me to go to another one of your trials again!"
COMMENTS:
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Woah. Stone was alive? But now he's dead...again? Dang, this is gonna make that trial a heck of a lot more complicated. But I'm glad you're okay, Webs.
--John-nay Storm
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I am glad you are okay, Spider-Man. Thank you for everything. This nightmare is almost over.
--Tony Stark
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OMG SPIDEY!!1!11! YOU WERE ALMOST SHOT! OMG! I HAVE TO HOLD A MEETING FOR THE FAN CLUB RIGHT AWAY!!1!!!
--Flash
A/N:Oh, Flash. I love that kid.
Thanks for everything, everyone.